This Year I Start My Blog

I am told that before I ever learned how to speak, I would shout random sounds at strangers from my push chair until they came over to interact with me. My mother believes that this behaviour set the stage for a lifetime in which I would thrive on being the center of attention, or be a social butterfly of sorts. I disagree. I believe that this behaviour set the stage for a lifetime in which I would explore and interact meaningfully with the world around me, and have a voice that would make a small impact on the people I met. Perhaps I am assigning ideas somewhat too grandiose for a child in a push chair, but it’s heartening to think that even then I wanted more than nappies and dry cheerios.

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